Dear, Darlene

Chapter 2

1 week later

It was the day of Lucas's funeral and I was getting dressed. I wore a simple black dress and some black flats. I put my brown hair in a bun and pinned it with a fake black rose. Moments after I added the finishing touches on my outfit my so called mother came in. She said that we were leaving so I reluctantly followed her out of my room to the car. 10 minutes later we arrived at the graveyard.

I got out rather slowly and walked to where Lucas' casket was. I stood next to Lucas' mother and her husband. Lucas had one sister but she hadn't arrived yet.

20 minutes later everyone who wanted to talk about Lucas finished. When it was my turn I walked up to his open casket. He no longer looked pale because of the layers of makeup put on him. I felt tears drop from my eyes and I wiped them but they were quickly replaced with new ones. I placed a light kiss on the tips of my fingers and pressed them to his forehead saying softly "I love you, Lucas".

I walked slowly back to where I was standing before and waited for everyone to see him one last time. After everyone was back to their original places the coffin was lowered into the ground. I then tossed a daisy in the casket. If your thinking ,"Why a daisy?", it's because when we first met he gave me a yellow daisy. I had fell and scraped my knee and he gave me a yellow daisy in hopes to cheer me up. It worked and we have been best friends since. When the precious flower landed on top of the casket I felt a warm breeze hit me and I knew it was Lucas.

I smiled feeling the tears in my eyes begging to be released, but I didn't allow them to. After the funeral was over I walked to my "mom's" car and got in. She hadn't bothered to go to the actual funeral but instead just sit in her car and wait for me to come back.

When we arrived at my house I jumped out quickly and ran to my room, slamming the door shut when I was inside. I had my back against the door and I slid down it and sobbed for what seemed like hours.  The tears fell from my bloodshot eyes in groups and I could taste the saltiness of them when they reached my mouth. I pulled my shaky legs to my chest and laid my forehead on my knees. I wrapped my arms around my legs wanting Lucas to wrap his arms around me and whisper comforting words into my ear like he used to.

But of course, that wasn't going to happen. It will never happen again. Because he's gone. And I missed it. I missed his presence. I missed his smile, his hugs, his voice.

When I stopped crying I wiped the stray tears off my red and puffy face and looked at the clock. I had been crying for almost a whole hour. I slowly got up, my knees wanting to give out from under me. I changed into aqua pineapple and turtle sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt. I put my hair down and got into bed.

After hours of scrolling through old pictures of Lucas and I and lots and lots of tears, I put my lap top away and went to sleep.

Nightmare

I opened my eyes and saw blood. Dark red blood flowing out of my bathroom. I got out of my bed slowly and made my way to the door. When I opened it I saw him laying in my bathtub. Just like when I first found him. I made my way slowly to his body. The blood staining my feet but I didn't care.

I was right above his life-less when I heard the door creak. I quickly whipped around to be face to face with, Lucas. He was so close I could feel his warm breath on my face. The familiar scent of peppermint and cinnamon. He looked alive. His colorful face was no longer pale and had no makeup on it. His beautiful eyes I used to get lost in looked, Angry? He was dressed in his funeral outfit. A simple tux with a blue tie. I put my shaky and frail hands on his chest and I could feel it. I could feel his heartbeat. His chest moved up and down meaning he was breathing.

"Why didn't you just tell me you loved me? If you told me, I could be alive right now!" he yelled.

I stayed silent, not daring to upset him more. I knew he was right. It was my fault. I wasn't there for him. I was never his shoulder to cry on, he was always mine.

"You could have saved me! But you didn't. And now I'm dead. Because of you!" he screamed.

Suddenly blood started coming down his hands. No, No, NO! He fell down to the ground saying "I love you, forever and always, remember that" Then his face turned pale again. His eyes looked dead just like the rest of his body. I fell to my knees crying. The blood surrounding us and making my clothes a deep red. He couldn't die on me again!Suddenly the blood filled the room and I couldn't breath. I was going to die, and I deserved it. I could have saved him, but I didn't.

Real-Life

I awoke with a jolt. My breathing was frantic and I could feel the familiar feeling of tears dripping down my face in plenty-loads. It was all a nightmare. But it felt so real. The way the blood filled my lungs and I couldn't breath. His warm breath fanning my face. His heartbeat. His eyes looked so vivid and beautiful. The way they did before that day. That day I lost him.

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Good? It was kinda hard writing the nightmare but I tried. I don't know if it's good or not, so tell me what you thought of it in the comments. I don't know if I should post a cast for this book. I don't even know what I'm planning to do. If you think I should post a cast for this tell me! I hope to post the next chapter soon! Bye, guys!